I know it's not a two door, but you can't find a neglected body out here that isn't rotted away with the seats down to the springs, and cats living in it. I'd take it in, but I'm sort of the foster parent that can't stop... I've saved and I'm still driving worse, but they're still running, and I can't take all of them. Hell, I'm daily driving two obvious parts cars because they just keep going. I'll eventually end up with it, because it'll cost $140 in parts to fix the brakes, and put it back on the road for another ten years. Or it'll cost a thousand for somebody to tow it to their mechanic, and get the same job done. Then they'll take it to a body shop, get quoted $8,000 to fix the rust and dents, freak out and ditch it as soon as possible because the car isn't worth anything. I love big-ass C bodies because it's like driving a huge couch, and nobody will ever again be able to make a wafting 400+ ft/lb of torque living room that hauls eight at 120 mph.. They're so terrible by modern standards, and that's what makes them awesome in their time and place. Future generations need to have the option to understand machinery instead of appliances. All old cars need to be saved at this point, be they fast, slow, terrible, tiny, miserable, broken, or rusty. For every step forward we take, we lose another interesting artifact of automotive history. I like shitty old cars more than I like most people. They all have a story to tell and they can't lie about where they've been. Every one of them is a glimpse into a societal mindset from their place in history. Everything from a Fiat Cinquecento to a Dual Ghia explains the people who bought and drove them. It's an unwritten history in anthropology. By the way, I get long winded and self righteous when typing after drinking brown liquor. Save The Whales!